Facing Jiu Luoka’s expectant gaze, Milora had no choice but to show off a little:
“Decay Breath.”
She made a circle with her thumb and index finger, put it to her lips, and gently blew out a mouthful of gray-black smoke.
The charging Weilon ran straight into it—
Ack!
The part of Weilon that touched the smoke immediately began to wither and age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its skin shriveled like dry paper, its muscles crumbled like scattered wood chips.
It let out a wail and collapsed to the ground, half of its body turning...
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